The night was usually calm when Chelsea finally arrived in the East region of Area D. The sky was open and full of stars, while the moon shone like an arced silver plate.
Chelsea stood for a moment, the cool wind brushing against her skin, letting her eyes adjust to her surroundings.
At a glance, one could tell she was pale, tired-looking. There was only one solution to how she currently felt: sleep, but she knew doing so would only create troubles for her.
She was in enemy territory, if that's right to say, and must do certain things first.
Having inherited the Nocturane bloodline, Chelsea was especially strongest at night, when the moon was high and shadows were long, visible enough to be seen. And now, under the moon, her strength was at its peak.
Reclaiming her composure, she moved to a quiet spot under a wide tree, then knelt on one knee. Closing her eyes and bringing her palm before her mouth, she spoke softly with words that carried magic.
She muttered spells.
